Yesteryear and
Yesterday are the same
In her fading world where numbers
Read like letters.
She dreams sometimes
In German, French, English
What language will exist, if any
When she wakes up?
Her pockets
Full of once explosive
Bomb shards that still remain after
The battle ends.
On daggered heels
She wields unsharpened knives
Through a foreign bloody mass, then
Cuts her wires.
In this new dark
Age fighting with the light,
How long is it before
It all disappears?
